"Good to know you're following me," she said. Each constellation he named was an old friend of hers. She knew of their own stories, the ones she used to make up as she learned the stars and the way space was threaded together. She felt no inclination to let Jess in on that.

It was something that belonged to her and only her. She didn't need to carve anything into the trees if she had the stars to guide her. Despite them turning a blind eye toward her when she needed them most, they were more reliable than her own two feet. A part of her wished they were scouting during the dead of night, but she had an inkling Jess wouldn't trust her instinct and ability to read the dots in the dark blanket above them as well as he could see his own two feet without a torch.

But the stars didn't quite build the same map Jess was referring to. What Clarke had drawn of Mount Weather's bunker, the map she had unfolded and refolded over and over to guide them toward that hellish chamber, was nothing compared to the type of intricate map Raven could draw with her finger tracing the sky. She wouldn't know Gemini overlooked Virginia.

"So," she said, turning to him with an arch to her brow, "where's Gemini?"